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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 14 Jul 08 12:20AM | Thread Closed |
again
I'LL TELL YOU THIS
fractalcore
green peas in misshapened can: the
peace corps guy's accusations
i am the speye in the sky
who doesn't brush his teeth unless i wasn't
meeting the president
coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low
sunday's still a workday, tijuana fever
by the river looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit
looking back half-empty with conversation
converted to tortured songs or broken
beer bottle or whine glass
cubed things sketched by the hands, framed
or, in the hands framed: the kew-bing
lost in trail looking for the cave
the craziest thing you'll ever do
you're weirder than i am
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth
out of the box and into it by intuition
kite made in the blue book: flown on a delighted stranger's
day, light brasierres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions
waist-monkey will be mine
till it's too dirty to wear around
take its picture before i take it home
in my low-cost coconut shirt
i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me
to death with my finger pointed in the right direction
i could've sung and played guitar in front
of 256 people but ryan's just a kid
and i'll let him know
i have trouble putting my thoughts in order
but i can listen to my rapid eye movement all day
and that's my dirty secret
amongst countless
others of course
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/888/
thanks, gnormal.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 14 Jul 08 7:59PM | Thread Closed |
> Setting sun,
> Soaked at sea,
> Shedding skin
> Serenity.
>
>
> Significant yesterday,
> Pause and replay.
> Field trip of thoughts,
> Pluck out dismay.
CUFK,TISH,SIPS,KWATS!
fractalcore
i must say that's bee-you-tea-fool,
mark, rather than annoying; me,
eye may bee thee won hoot ryes
two hard on the lard knives
in hand's wives end wives'
hands weaving hands kneading
nah-thing indie end, hard on the lard
eat ease ass grease ease ass too
imp or taunt too bee wear eat ease
eye cut my tong four my wives, meeks,
play-sure end dis pleasure end they
come plain just thee same, too what's
ever-nagging @ duh soft limp mode
of my fall ick seem-ball lickally wonting
the tong on en aft to add-dress case-says
of limping witch off-ten does huh-pen
in long-winding daze... "like dis[?]"
well, hoot ever, gag me, yeah.
eye eat meet en'am naught[y] proud.
written 07/14/2008
http://poetrycritical.net/forum/post/149586/
thanks, mark, netskyIam, & KurN CobaiT.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 14 Jul 08 9:55PM | Thread Closed |
AKNEW GONES AWAY HEAR
fractalcore
you can have 1900 on the piano/keyboard and you yourself on the
conductor's pedestal of sorts in your shorts like the PUSA or in nuffin like Flee.
and joey as the sound engineer and lens master.
that's about my fantasy super bandwagon.
i can have popcorn and bottomless iced tea on my
itchy butt on the center isle.
lights out!
rock on!
.
.
.
er aisle, and linger there for a while
longer, waiting for my eardrums to burst
in laughter thereafter.
hmm, i'm such a bad speller under a spell.
written 07/14/08
http://poetrycritical.net/forum/read/149636/
thanks, nugunz & joey.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 15 Jul 08 2:59AM | Thread Closed |
INCREDIBLE LURK
fractalcore
it's really nice to be in this DreamSeaLand.
how's your reading of the book or Rand's?
well, you never change, buddy.
you're a green dormant computer who's OK
till we/you blow your top and your brain
muscles pop way in a fit revealing your wit
tearing your dress apart, doing your
part in the dialog, or monologuing your asss...
...sssumptions on a well-thought day or
mindfullesst like the FUCKLEWIT atlas
rebuilding the old new world by the simplest
gesture of a shrug for all the fucklewit-wannabees
to thrive in, riding the lightning motor of [r]evolution
so incessantly
you stay/go/lurk, girl.
[w]i'll keep the green light on for you.
written 07/14/08
http://poetrycritical.net/forum/post/149660/
for OKcomputer.
thanks, buddy.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 16 Jul 08 5:54AM | Thread Closed |
[K]WATS YORE GLITCH [?]
fractalcore
ephemeral rehash of skin
allergy on a daily basis
watch: snake, dance, and cla[s]ps
in it tug-ether, numb-her for the feast
note held for too long till
they you
notice and hold still --
why
why not
in spirals
dot
that
dot
written 07/15/08
http://www.poetrycritical.net/read/49625/
thanks, sybarite.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 16 Jul 08 6:21AM | Thread Closed |
CHRIST CRISIS CROSS SIN-DROME
fractalcore
well, the announcement is a hoax.
they're actually selling cat humerus
stuffed with herb and you're not s'posed
to light the damn thing up nor leave
with it.
but you leave and live anyway.
we all do.
written 07/15/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49481/
thanks, PrudIsDaWay.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 17 Jul 08 9:12AM | Thread Closed |
make that
I'LL TELL YOU THIS
fractalcore
green peas in misshapened can: the
peace corps guy's accusations
i am the speye in the sky
who doesn't brush his teeth unless i wasn't
meeting the president
coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low
sunday's still a workday, tijuana fever
by the river looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit
looking back half-empty with conversation
converted to tortured songs or broken
beer bottle or whine glass
cubed things sketched by the hands, framed
or, in the hands framed: the kew-bing
lost in trail looking for the cave
the craziest thing you'll ever do
you're weirder than i am
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth
out of the box and into it by intuition
kite made in the blue book: flown on a delighted stranger's
day, light brassieres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions
waist-monkey will be mine
till it's too dirty to wear around
take its picture before i take it home
in my low-cost coconut shirt
i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me
to death with my finger pointed in the right direction
i could've sung and played guitar in front
of 256 people but ryan's just a kid
and i'll let him know
i have trouble putting my thoughts in order
but i can listen to my rapid eye movement all day
and that's my dirty secret
amongst countless
others of course
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/888/
thanks, gnormal.
: )
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 17 Jul 08 9:14AM | Thread Closed |
er
I"D GNORMALLY TELL YOU THIS
fractalcore
green peas in misshapened can: the
peace corps guy's accusations
i am the speye in the sky
who doesn't brush his teeth unless i wasn't
meeting the president
coo through the harp, ooh blues so sharp
rope around wrist on a one-night tryst
jetlagged or cho[w]king on the mow-low
sunday's still a workday, tijuana fever
by the river looking @ a shelled-side non-spirit
looking back half-empty with conversation
converted to tortured songs or broken
beer bottle or whine glass
cubed things sketched by the hands, framed
or, in the hands framed: the kew-bing
lost in trail looking for the cave
the craziest thing you'll ever do
you're weirder than i am
books in shelves meant for elves kneading growth
out of the box and into it by intuition
kite made in the blue book: flown on a delighted stranger's
day, light brassieres flying from a horseless half-a-story carriage
petting the goat's hair in the humdrum of the perky cushions
waist-monkey will be mine
till it's too dirty to wear around
take its picture before i take it home
in my low-cost coconut shirt
i oversleep drunk and arrive two hours
too late for the gig where pals are wont to gag me
to death with my finger pointed in the right direction
i could've sung and played guitar in front
of 256 people but ryan's just a kid
and i'll let him know
i have trouble putting my thoughts in order
but i can listen to my rapid eye movement all day
and that's my dirty secret
amongst countless
others of course
written 07/13/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/888/
thanks, gnormal.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 2 Aug 08 10:46PM | Thread Closed |
THE DIGITS OF YOUR FINGERS END FEAT
fractalcore
here's another 10 by virtue of the fact that
i hang loose and am dead like free space
in the disk that sliced my head in more ways
than infinite.
my fingers are tomatoes ready for slicing by
whoever has the bread knife.
they ask questions like "what's the difference
between butter and cheese?".
my point is: i don't know.
never will.
written 08/02/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49941/
thanks, OKcomputer.
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| re: hope this thread won't ever get closed : ) fractalcore 3 Aug 08 4:05PM | Thread Closed |
slight edit
THE DIGITS OF YOUR HANDS AND FEAT
fractalcore
here's another 10 by virtue of the fact that
i hang loose, dead: free space in
the disk that sliced my head in
more ways than infinite.
my fingers: tomatoes ready for slicing by
whoever has the bread knife.
they ask questions like "what's the difference
between butter and cheese?".
my point is: i don't know.
never will...
written 08/02/08
http://poetrycritical.net/read/49941/
thanks, OKcomputer.
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